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Chapter 14: Questions

Spock awoke three hours and twenty seven minutes later to find Jim and McCoy standing in the doorway. He blinked and turned his head slightly so he could see them more clearly. They were muttering amongst themselves.

"Jim, I don't know what it is I about these two but I'm almost scared. Spock might have killed me back there. I mean, I know he had chocolate and all, but that's what scares me. The chocolate made him really emotionally vulnerable so that when I told him off he started crying! What happens when he doesn't start crying?" the doctor's voice was frustrated and worried.

Spock saw Kirk place his hand on McCoy's shoulder. "Bones, I don't think Spock would ever kill any of us. If you haven't noticed, he's loyal as can be. And you of all people should know true love when you see it."

McCoy snorted, "I'm a doctor Jim, not a psychologist. But you're absolutely right. If that isn't true love than I don't know what is. Still, I feel bad for anyone who get's on Spock's bad side."

Spock decided this was a good time to intervene. He gently disentangled himself from Nyota and sat up, "Doctor, Captain, I assure you that I do not endeavor to cause anyone undue pain. Such a desire would be illogical."

McCoy and Kirk swiveled around in surprise, but Spock stopped their comments with a raised hand. "Please, let us not speak anymore right now. Nyota is sleeping."

McCoy and Jim blinked and nodded. Spock nodded and slid off the bed, tucking the blanket around Nyota so she would not be cold. Leaning in he laid a small kiss on her forehead and then turned away. He walked towards the two men and motioned for them to leave the room. McCoy gave him a look but didn't comment until they were outside of Nyota's room.

"Spock I'm the doctor! Not you! So, no more of these bloody orders from you, especially in my sickbay." McCoy stated gruffly.

Spock nodded to him and clasped his hands behind his back. The last of the chocolate had left his system. "Certainly doctor. I simply did not want to wake Nyota."

McCoy scowled and then relented, "Yah I know. You'd jump off a cliff for her."

Spock raised an eyebrow, "That would be illogical Doctor. Unless of course she was falling; then I would jump after her, catch her, and take the impact of the fall myself."

McCoy stared at him and then nudged Kirk, "See! He's a crazed hobgoblin."

Jim grinned, "He can hear you, you know."

Spock almost rolled his eyes, "Indeed I can. Now, is there any issue which you need to discuss with me? Or may I return to wash Nyota's hair?"

"I thought you just said you didn't want to wake her!" McCoy huffed.

Spock nodded, "I did. However, washing Nyota's hair does not require waking her up."

Jim jumped in before the bickering could go on, "Yes actually I did want to talk to you Spock. What are we going to do about this Klingon attack? I cannot stand by and let them kill my people!"

Spock appraised his captain, "Have you reported to Star Fleet yet?"

Jim waved his hands around irritated, "Yes! And guess what? They are telling us to not do anything! I hate it!"

Spock raised an eyebrow; he knew how Kirk could be. However, he also knew that his Captain had good intentions and the safety of his crew in mind. "Jim…"

"Wait did you just call me Jim? Oh my god! Finally!" Kirk laughed.

Spock scowled, "Captain. I believe you should accept Star Fleet's order, as this is our first assignment. If you do not obey you risk losing the Enterprise."

Kirk ground his teeth together, "Why? Uhg, but you're right. As usual. Fine. But if we are attacked again I am going in!" He slammed his fist into his palm and scowled.

Spock nodded, "Very well. If you will excuse me, I have tasks I must attend to."

"Fine, go. Dismissed." Kirk waved him off. Spock turned and returned to Nyota's room, ignoring McCoy's protest that he was a stubborn and irritating hobgoblin.

Spock went over to the sink and grabbed a small towel. He placed it under the hot water, thankful that not all old technology had been done away with. He walked over to Nyota's bed and gently placed the warm damp towel on Nyota's forehead. Spock began to systematically wash the blood from her hair. When all the blood was gone he placed the small hand towel in the refreshener and returned to Nyota's bed. He sat down on the edge of it and gazed at the beautiful face of his wife. Her eyes were closed but he could tell that her eyes were moving below her eye lids. He would wait for her to awaken; she needed all of her REM sleep.

Sighing he placed his palm on her forehead and brushed her damp hair away from her face. He had almost lost her. Closing his eyes he drifted into a light meditation.

Over the course of the next three days Nyota recovered, as did the rest of the crewmen who had been injured. Thankfully no one had died, but by pure chance alone. Nyota was becoming increasingly annoyed with McCoy, for he made her stay in sickbay. Spock tried to ease her boredom by bringing her several books and staying with her whenever possible. She took to surfing the web on her PADD and commenting on her findings. McCoy had been kind enough to bring in another bed so that Spock could sleep next to Nyota at night, for which Spock was thankful.

Nyota was not the only one increasingly irate. The Captain had not been himself since the attack and Spock knew exactly why. Kirk was angry at the federation for not letting him go after the Klingons. Although Spock understood the logic he did not whole heartedly agree with Star Fleets orders. All of the guests who had arrived for the wedding had finally left, most before the attack. The only remaining guest was Sarek, who had insisted he wait until Nyota was completely recovered.

Sarek had taken to spending time with Nyota when Spock was on the bridge. Spock had entered the room on several occasions to find his father conversing in Vulcan with Nyota. Spock was pleased to see his father so accepting of Nyota. It wasn't until the end of the third day that Spock realized that Nyota had somehow convinced his father to help smuggle her out of the medical bay.

He entered the room to find Nyota pacing the room agitatedly. He was confused, for through the bond he only sensed calm and a tad of deviousness. He immediately went to her side and enveloped her in a hug.

"Nyota, what is wrong?" He asked and placed a kiss on her temple. She turned to him and bit her lip.

"Spock! I cannot find your father! He said he would return in five minutes, but that was over an hour ago. And the computer cannot find him either! I'm worried!" She cried out. Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed. Then I shall go look for him." He stated, slightly concerned. Nyota sighed in relief. She hugged him back.

"Can I come? I feel guilty, I asked him if he could get me something to eat from, the mess hall. This is all my fault." She looked so anguished that Spock agreed, even though he was still puzzled. She did not feel agitated.

He placed his hand in hers and probed into her mind slightly. He felt her embarrassment and challenge as he searched for the reason behind the incongruence in her actions and emotions. When he found it he blinked in surprise, not knowing where to be irritated or amused. He went with amused.

Nyota! You have convinced my father to hide in our quarters so that you may go look for him!

Nyota suppressed a grin and looked away. With her hand still holding his she pulled him towards the door. Spock followed willingly.

Sorry! It's just gotten so boring in there! I missed being able to kiss you and not feel like Len is going to run in on us at any moment.

Spock raised an eyebrow and led her through the sick bay. When he spotted McCoy he stopped.

"Doctor, my father is missing and our computers seem unable to find him. As Lt. Uhura was the last to be with him she is needed to try and help us find him." Spock stated calmly and felt Nyota's amusement at his deception.

McCoy stared, "What? Oh god. Just go. Just go. Most pathetic attempt at getting out of sickbay I've ever heard of. Just go!" McCoy waved them off and Spock looked down at Nyota.

"It appears our deception was not successful." He stated dryly.

Nyota looked up into the face of her new husband and laughed, "I don't care. Come on, he said we could go. Better beat it before he takes it back!" She grabbed his hand and ran through the sick bay, making him followed. Just before the reached the door however Spock spotted. She turned to him.

"Spock! Come on!" switching to Vulcan she added, "We never did get to complete our wedding night!" She felt his interest peak and laughed.

"Indeed. However, you cannot be running." Without hesitating he leaned over and scoped her up in his arms. Nyota chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His affection filled her and she leaned against him. He walked out of the sickbay, towards their room.

"Spock, I was wondering…do you want children anytime soon?" she posed the question hesitantly, her stomach fluttering.

Spock stopped cold in the corridor and looked at her. His eyes smoldered and she felt his heart beat faster. He leaned down and kissed her gently, sending a thrill down her spine.

"Nyota, I anticipate any children of ours with joy." He told her, his voice low and soft. She smiled at him lovingly, her heart swelling. She could feel his amazement and hope.

"Not just yet beloved. But hopefully soon." She smiled as his eyes widened at the implications.

"I am sure that if we try hard enough…" he trailed off and his ears blushed green. He lowered his voice and continued walking. She laughed and hugged him closer, placing her cheek against his.

You are one naughty Vulcan Spock. But I love you for it.

I am pleased that you do, beloved.

So, there you go =)

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